MAZBOOT LOG SHAKATE NAHI BALKE FASLE KARTE HAI

Strong souls don't whine, nor do they weep,
When paths diverge, and shadows creep.
They gather strength, a silent might,
And choose to walk away from fading light.

No bitter words, no vengeful cries,
Just quiet steps, with tearless eyes.
They know their worth, their spirit's hold,
And leave behind what leaves them cold.

For broken trust, for hearts unkind,
They close the door, leave pain behind.
With grace they move, a steady pace,
Towards horizons, a better space.

So let them go, these souls of steel,
Who choose to heal, who choose to feel.
In quiet strength, they'll rise above,
And find their peace, find their own love.